One is absolutely sickened, not by crimes that the wicked have committed, but by the punishments that the good have inflicted; and a community is infinitely more brutalised by the habitual employment of punishment than it is by the occasional occurrence of crime.
A family is a place where minds come in contact with one another. If these minds love one another the home will be as beautiful as a flower garden. But if these minds get out of harmony with one another it is like a storm that plays havoc with the garden.
Parents’ lap and arms become hard and bony in the course of time, but what is there in their touch that cools the heart and soothes mental agony?
Love flows through a union that lives up to mutual responsibility. Love is not self-seeking, it’s not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrong.
